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Every morning I carefully pack lunch for K. I reach up to the top of the fridge and grab her adorable Hello Kitty pink canvas lunch box. I pull her sandwich and snack containers out of the dishwasher or the cupboard and I fill her adorably overpriced (though very durable)
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I've been running around like crazy lately trying to get stuff done. Stuff for her, for him, for them, for it... very little for me. All sorts of stuff really. Errands, tasks, printing, thinking, singing, dancing, losing my voice. Well that last one wasn't on the
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Every school day we wake up early, get ready for school and then, with our neighbors from across the street, walk to school. K and the boy across the street have been in the same class since their first year of pre-school so this had been a routine for about
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"C" for Crazy that is... 9:15: Post this 9:30: Lather. Rinse. Repeat. 9:45: Frantically dress hoping to make it to the computer by 10 10:00: Watch the insanity that is the scramble for Ignite Portland 5 tickets. For 20 minutes. 10:20: Go to
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I seem to wander between nonsensical ramblings and topics that are really truly important to me. Actually sometimes the nonsensical ramblings are important to me and that may indeed be the case today. In November, for those of you who missed out on this little tidbit, my normal blood panel
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I had this post all written up in my head. It was something you men might not want to read about. It was about tampons. It was a tale about the type of tampons I've been using since I was a teen and about how they really creep
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How do I begin this wild verbal ride, this crazy trip down vocabulary lane? Should I tell you that right now I feel like my parents failed me? I do a little. They didn't prepare me for all the words life would throw at me. Sigh... Mom, Dad.
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Last night before I climbed into bed with my laptop and a stack of papers I needed to read and or type up I took NyQuil. I have a cold and I am trying to kick that cold before Friday night gets here so I don't sound/look/
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It was a perfect situation... I got Mike tickets to see Al DiMeola for his birthday. He's a hard guy to shop for but when I know one of his favorite musicians is playing just a mile or 2 from our house it's really not hard
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Some of my earliest memories are of my mother sewing. She seemed to be able to make anything with her old white Singer. It had a special table in every house we lived in and at it she could make a new dress, fix a pair of pants, attire my
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It's Sunday night as I write this and I am painfully aware of the fact that Monday is nipping at me. My alarm clock will go off at 6:25 in the morning and I'll have to roll on out of bed. Before that happens though,
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Two years ago I wrote about my experience planting and growing a chia with a then 4 year old K, since the Chia topic seems to be coming up lately I thought I would share with you my Chia posts, part 1 and 2. Here they are in one convienent